The Gorse Fox, in his guise of Parish Councillor (this doesn't involve wearing lycra, nor disporting his under garments on the outside of his trousers)* has just been round to the domicile of a fellow Councillor to drop off some papers.
Strolling back in the deepening dusk he saw what at first he believed to be some small birds in the road. As he approached, however, they turned out to be frogs with fairly vivid red-bellies and with a could of leaps each they cleared road and hid in the bushes.
It's a funny old world.
(*) At least, not as a rule.
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